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Excerpt from Chapter 12 of Living with IBD & IBS: A Personal Journey of Success In the beginning stages of my disease, when I was at my most depressed, I could see no way
back to my old life and being “normal.” Even though it's hard for me to admit now, I had even contemplated suicide
once or twice. Thankfully I hadn't had the guts to act on those feelings. For as frustrating and debilitating as it can sometimes
be, I’ve come to realize that colitis and its associated symptoms are not worth losing one's life over. My future seemed bleak and hopeless at the beginning of my illness.
Fortunately, I had a patient husband, some great doctors, friends, family and even a few strangers to help me along the way.
With a lot of hard work, patience and determination to overcome my illness, I have since realized that what I was experiencing
was simply one of life's roadblocks. IBD
and IBS are not fatal. I remind myself of this fact nearly every day. Some days, those of us who have these problems, might
wish they were fatal. However, while I have realized that my disease is something that is a continual challenge, I now know
that neither IBD nor IBS have full control over me. Had I
been given the choice whether to have colitis or not, of course I would have chosen not to have it. However, like so many
other people who are learning to live with their disease, whatever it may be,
I was not given a choice about whether to have, or not to have IBD or IBS. The choice I was
given, however, was whether I would let either of these take control over my life, or whether I would take control of it.
I am glad that I opted to learn
how to take control and worked through my depression, my frustration, my anger and my fear. I now have many more symptom-free days than I had in the first
few years of living with my disease. I am also now able to maintain a relatively constant weight somewhere between 115 and
118 pounds. But, I also still have “bad stomach days” that can cause my weight to plummet by one, five, even ten
pounds in certain instances. Instead of fear now being my first reaction to a “bad stomach day,” oftentimes frustration
creeps in instead. Frustration at having my life interrupted. copyright Elizabeth Roberts
2006
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